He had, as you may say, the cosmopolitan accent, and was the most
plausible fellow alive."
Chauvenet held his audience well in hand, for nearly every one remembered
the brilliant exploits of the fraudulent baron, and all were interested
in what promised to be some new information about him. Armitage,
listening intently to Chauvenet's recital, felt his blood quicken, and
his face flushed for a moment. His cigarette case lay upon the edge of
the table, and he snapped it shut and fingered it nervously as he
listened.
"It's my experience," continued Chauvenet, "that we never meet a person
once only--there's always a second meeting somewhere; and I was not at
all surprised when I ran upon my old friend the baron in Germany last
fall."
"At his old tricks, I suppose," observed some one.
"No; that was the strangest part of it. He's struck a deeper game--though
I'm blessed if I can make it out--he's dropped the title altogether, and
now calls himself _Mister_--I've forgotten for the moment the rest of it,
but it is an English name. He's made a stake somehow, and travels about
in decent comfort.
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